Goodbye Brother

I don't think I'll ever forget my last night before leaving for college. Me and my best friend since 8th grade we're just hanging out at his house, as we always do. It was weird, we just hung out like it was any other day. We walked to the gas station to get drinks and snacks, played video games and ate dinner at Chili's. Then we did something different, we went on a really long drive. We jammed out to all our favorite songs, we talked about what we thought college was gonna be like, what we we're afraid of and how much fun we we're going to have. We then realized while we were going to have fun, we were gonna be hours away from each other. We wouldn't be able to have hangout together whenever we wanted, we would have to both drive back home. 

So we decided to drive back to our old middle school football field where we first met, we knew of course how foolish it was, but we hopped the fence anyway. We walked along the sidelines to the spot we met. We reminisced about our assistant coach and how we were positive his IQ was sub 80, and then we talked about our old friends and where they are now. We we're the only people we knew who stayed friends this long.

after a while we decided head back, we were tired and I had to be up early anyway. So we went back to his house, we sat down in his living room for a while hanging out with his parents, and i decided it was time for me to leave, so I said goodbye to his family, hugs and all. Then me and him went outside to say goodbye.

We had no clue what to say, all the years of me saying wise-ass remarks at horrible times and I was speechless. How could I say goodbye to someone I chose to be apart of my family? So we just cracked some jokes, and then we hugged and all I could think to say was "Goodbye brother", but it wasn't enough and we both knew it and then we went hysterical laughing at how hard we were trying to be serious and make the moment meaningful, and how cheesy that line sounded when I said it. Language failed me that day, but we knew what the other was thinking and feeling, and that was good enough.